The carriage rolled into the castle, and Rose couldn't help but think the journey was shorter than it should have been—or perhaps she simply didn't want to come back here again. She hadn't realized how suffocating the castle felt until she'd been away.
The carriage came to a full stop right in front of the main entrance, and Rose looked out the carriage door, which Thomas wasted no time opening. The knot in her stomach twisted tighter.
Thomas didn't look in her direction before stepping out. She followed right after him, eager to get into the castle—she couldn't risk being caught with the map. At least inside, she could find somewhere safe to keep it, and once she was in the bedchambers, she could check it to her heart's content.
The coat was still on her shoulders as she got out of the carriage, and she half expected Thomas to turn around and snatch it from her. But he did none of that. Not once did he turn to look at her as they went up the stairs.
